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第25章 CHAPTER 8(2)

So we talked about painting, poetry, and music, theology, geology, and philosophy: once or twice I lent her a book, and once she lent me one in return: I met her in her walks as often as I could; I came to her house as often as I dared. My first pretext for invading the sanctum was to bring Arthur a little waddling puppy of which Sancho was the father, and which delighted the child beyond expression, and, consequently, could not fail to please his mamma. My second was to bring him a book, which, knowing his mother's particularity, I had carefully selected, and which I submitted for her approbation before presenting it to him. Then, I brought her some plants for her garden, in my sister's name--having previously persuaded Rose to send them. Each of these times I enquired after the picture she was painting from the sketch taken on the cliff, and was admitted into the studio, and asked my opinion or advice respecting its progress.

My last visit had been to return the book she had lent me; and then it was, that, in casually discussing the poetry of Sir Walter Scott, she had expressed a wish to see `Marmion,' and I had conceived the presumptuous idea of making her a present of it, and, on my return home, instantly sent for the smart little volume 1 had this morning received. But an apology for invading the hermitage was still necessary; so I had furnished myself with a blue morocco collar for Arthur's little dog; and that being given and received, with much more joy and gratitude, on the part of the receiver, than the worth of the gift, or the selfish motive of the giver deserved, I ventured to ask Mrs Graham for one more look at the picture, if it was still there.

`Oh yes! come in,' said she (for I had met them in the garden).

`It is finished and framed, all ready for sending away; but give me your last opinion, and, if you can suggest any further improvement, it shall be--duly considered, at least.'

The picture was strikingly beautiful: it was the very scene itself, transferred as if by magic to the canvas; but I expressed my approbation in guarded terms, and few words, for fear of displeasing her. She, however, attentively watched my looks, and her artist's pride was gratified, no doubt, to read my heart-felt admiration in my eyes. But, while I gazed, I thought upon the book, and wondered how it was to be presented. My heart failed me; but I determined not to be such a fool as to come away without having made the attempt. It was useless waiting for an opportunity, and useless trying to concoct a speech for the occasion The more plainly and naturally the thing was done, the better, I thought; so I just looked out of the window to screw up my courage, and then pulled out the book, turned round, and put it into her hand, with this short explanation.

`You were wishing to see `Marmion', Mrs Graham; and here it is, if you will be so kind as to take it.'

A momentary flush suffused her face--perhaps a blush of sympathetic shame for such an awkward style of presentation: she gravely examined the volume on both sides; then silently turned over the leaves, knitting her brows the while in serious cogitation; then closed the book, and, turning from it to me, quietly asked the price of it.--I felt the hot blood rush to my face.

`I'm sorry to offend you, Mr Markham,' said she, `but unless I pay for the book, I cannot take it.' And she laid it on the table.

`Why cannot you?'

`Because--`She paused, and looked at the carpet.

`Why cannot you?' I repeated, with a degree of irascibility that roused her to lift her eyes, and look me steadily in the face.

`Because I don't like to put myself under obligations that I can never repay--I am obliged to you, already, for your kindness to my son; but his grateful affection, and your own good feelings, must reward you for that.'

`Nonsense!' ejaculated I.

She turned her eyes on me again, with a look of quiet, grave surprise, that had the effect of a rebuke, whether intended for such or not.

`Then you won't take the book?' I asked, more mildly than I had yet spoken.

`I will gladly take it, if you will let me pay for it.'

I told her the exact price, and the cost of the carnage besides, in as calm a tone as I Could command--for in fact, I was ready to weep with disappointment and vexation.

She produced her purse, and coolly counted out the money, but hesitated to put it into my hand. Attentively regarding me, in a tone of soothing softness she observed,--`You think yourself insulted, Mr Markham--I wish I could make you understand that--that I--`'

`I do understand you, perfectly,' I said. `You think that if you were to accept that trifle from me now, I should presume upon it hereafter; but you are mistaken:--if you will only oblige me by taking it, believe me, I shall build no hopes upon it, and consider this no precedent for future favours:--and it is nonsense to talk about putting yourself under obligations to me when you must know that in such a case the obligation is entirely on my side,--the favour on yours.

`Well then, I'll take you at your word,' she answered, with a most angelic smile, returning the odious money to her purse--`but remember !'

`I will remember--what I have said;--but do not you punish my presumption by withdrawing your friendship entirely from me,--or expect me to atone for it by being more distant than before,' said I, extending my hand to take leave, for I was too much excited to remain.

`Well then! let us be as we were,' replied she, frankly placing her hand in mine; and while I held it there, I had much difficulty to refrain from pressing it to my lips;--but that would be suicidal madness: I had been bold enough already, and this premature offering had wellnigh given the death-blow to my hopes.

It was with an agitated, burning heart and brain that I hurried homewards, regardless of that scorching noonday sun--forgetful of everything but her I had just left--regretting nothing but her impenetrability, and my own precipitancy and want of tact--fearing nothing but her hateful resolution, and my inability to overcome it--hoping nothing--but halt,--I will not bore you with my conflIcting hopes and fears--my serious cogitations and resolves.

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